That Creepy Ass Burger King. . . Thing, I Don't Know. . .
You've seen this shit. That creepy ass thing in the goddam plastic mask either A) Looks at you through your window while you sleep, B) Appears in the forest, or C) Fucking wakes up next to you like a goddam horse head from the Don.
Not to mention one of the latest spots has him appearing all Kong-A-Riffic to a frightened Faye Wray knockoff and handing her a digitally oversized whopper that looks about as appetizing as a moose turd. A fucking meat turd. That's what it is. A meat turd handed to you by a fancy dressed up serial killer.
Fuck Burger King.